She looked at the trio with narrowed eyes. "This, soldiers, is the day you will put to use all of the work we have done in the last six moons." The cats looked barely above the age of nine moons, but Gossamer Alessandra had never been the most ethical. In fact, she'd won the alleigance of these cadets from their parents; it was always a shock what Gossamer Alessandra could convince people to bet. Once the kittens had been weaned, they had been sent to Gossamer's custody, who they believed to be her aunt. She had told them the same story their whole lives : Mommy and Daddy knew that you three would be better off with Aunt Gossy. I'm training you to join the Regime, the place I promised them I'd take you. You have to be stronger, though. More fierce. More dedicated. You have to be perfect to enter the Regime. Now, Gossamer had never hit the kittens, no, that would be out of character. However, she wasn't above molding these kittens through fear. If she wanted the perfect soldiers, and she did, fear was the best thing to use.

Not saying that the soldiers were perfect. Oh, no. They were far from it. Despite all of her hard work, the fact that the cadet aged cats did worship the ground she walked on, and the fact that they genuinely did fear her, they were still mostly useless. Kaisra, the kitten she had stolen from birth, had been so much more moldable. Three moons and cats were already a lost cause. Sad. Ickis was too skittish to be worth consideration, although there were times that she had noticed him take unwilling reigns. Still, he had a blatant disreguard for rules, something that Gossamer Alessandra appreciated as a cat but not as a scientist trying to mold the perfect specimin. Krumm was a bit of a pig, and smelled. Even though he was ... moderately talented, she couldn't get over his weird stench. Oblina, it seemed, was the only one she saw with potential, albiet tarnished slightly by her haughty nature.

She then turned to the two Scout aged cats with a nod. "Remember, you two are in charge of keeping them in line when I'm not around. Are we all understood? Excellent. Let's go."

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these are based on ahhh real monsters have fun with that

gossamer enjoys seeing how many random kits she can collect of
they all take the last name SHAW, which was gossamer's first last name

OLDER TWO
SNORCH the PUNISHER : UNIQCRIM
A huge golden tom with folded ears. He doesn't talk very often, but is known for his role in discioplining the youths. They genuinely fear him, although he is mostly non-violent, instead opting for punishments much worse than simply getting thrown around. In particular, Snorch enjoys performing bad opera when the younger ones step out of line.

ZIMBO the RIGHT HAND MAN : OPEN
A small golden tabby with green eyes, the second in command of the group. When Gossamer is not around or has not provided the younger cats with a task, Zimbo is the one to organize the younger litter. Very close to Snorch, who he is almost always seen with, to the point of being possessive and jealous.

YOUNGER LITTER
OBLINA : OPEN
Gossamer's favorite of the three, the only one that really shows any potential to her out of the younger three. She is the brains of the operation and is adept at following directions. Has a particular soft spot for Krumm. Very "Girl power!" Black and white tabby with yellow eyes.

ICKIS : OPEN
A dark grey-blue tom. Rather small, except for his ears, which could almost be called rabbit like. The nervous type who often doubts himself, Ickis is the anti-hero of the litter. Wants to excel, doesn't often. Prone to getting into situations over his head.

KRUMM : OPEN
A good soldier, but he loses points in Gossamer's eyes because he is a slob who doesn't believe in grooming much. He is short and stocky, a cream color. Prone to losing everything. Constantly being yelled at for one thing or another by Gossamer. He's soft spoken most of the time, but always up for an adventure.